Feeling good - 5 left to go!

I had my 11th round of chemo today, which means I only have 5 to go.  I've been going to chemo for 3 months now, which is hard to believe.

After the liver obstacle where she lowered my dose - the next week my liver functions had greatly improved and were just a tiny bit above normal so she gave me the full dose - and today they were perfectly normal!  Woohooo!  Full dose again.  Apparently the reason she cares so much about my liver function is not so much for the liver itself (it's a "hearty" organ that can easily repair itself) but because the liver is what will get the poison out of me.  If my liver isn't functioning well, the chemo is staying in me.  Makes sense, I'd prefer to go ahead and get the chemo out of me when my body is done using it.

Either way - liver is good.  I'm down to 1 hand the sessions remaining, and I'm feeling good.  I still haven't heard the results of my genetic test, so that's a little bit of a worry hanging over my head.  I'd like to get those results and move forward.  I'm assuming it should be any day now.  And I really don't think it's going to be positive (although, every time I left myself think that I replay the "bump not a lump" conversation I had with myself 5 months ago). 

In chemo today I was sitting next to a girl in high school talking about prom, who has to go to chemo every day right now.  I watched the woman across from me who was too old to be going through this; just too tired.  I watched a young family that had to bring their 4 year old daughter with them to chemo today, with my assumption being they didn't have the support system in the area to be able to have someone stay with her instead.  I realized how lucky I am.  I understand now why people kept telling me how fine I will be because of the support system I have.  It's so true.  I don't need to worry about my kids being taken care of.  I have people lined up to help me, and a husband who is an amazing dad.  I have never been to a chemo session alone.  I have best friends that have been there every step of the way, my mom has been able to take off work to take care of me, my dad and his wife have driven up from Illinois/Indiana multiple times to sit with me during treatment, people cooking for me....I could go on and on.  The point is - I realized today when I looked around that I'm lucky.  Cancer sucks.  My situation sucks, but it could always be so much worse.

Now, if this joke of a state would realize that it's the middle of April and stop dumping snow on us repeatedly (we have gotten 4+ inches tonight) my focusing on the positive would be A LOT EASIER.

*Addendum:  Tina just called me and apparently I have 6 left.  FINE.  6 left.  Next week I will 5 left.